I walked aimlessly through narrowed paths and sought the beauty of blooming trees amongst the fallen. I meditated on what it means to let go, to lose.
Today I'm going to talk more about the highs and lows I find myself swinging through on a daily (if not hourly basis). I found this post on instagram by now.or.noodles that captured it so accurately...
Today my goal was to take it easy and to tackle making homemade fabric masks, rather than sit and worry about not having them (which, if you are--- totally normal). I personally find that being weighed down by this collective trauma (or any previous anxiety and depression) means that something that normally "seems small" can be much much harder to do.
Recently, I felt close to understanding my purpose and meaning in life. Yet, if you asked me what that exact meaning was, I couldn't tell you. I just know I felt challenged, alive, and right where I was supposed to be. Happy, even. A day or two later, the spark stuttered and weakened. I don't say … Continue reading #52essays2017- Week 3 – A prayer
The fragrant smell and steam of basmati rice and stew waft and mingle in the air, warming the house. Yet, my 16 year old hands grip the wood banister, fingertips turning white hot with rage. I look down at my exasperated mother who paces in the living room below.
At the time of writing the article, I had a limited idea of what my future would look like. I never imagined that just a year or so later, I would pick up the mirror holding my image and drop it to the ground. That day, I had decided that I wanted to explore life without hijab.